Nubby
Oh, bittersweet love,
with your gentle touch
I melt in your warmth,
I long for such
In blessed ignorance,
I long for your soul
I wait for your kiss,
for then I am sold
You destroy my heart,
you bury my pride
You leave me hollow,
all empty inside
Oh bittersweet love,
in your ebony box
You left me cold,
and without you I am lost
2/4/02
©Hannahlore Starr
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